Angad narrows his eyes, watching the hour hand on his quartz watch mark three o'clock, Angad gets up from his puffed up, black leather swirling chair, and pages his scretary to come in
A minute later, his secretary, comes in: yes sir, sir apne bulaaya
Angad tightly: Nenka, Ms. Kripa Sharma ko kitne bajje bulaaya gaya tha?
Nenka nervously wipes the sweat on her palms on her crisp white linen skirt, : sir, maine nahi, Mr. Rastogi ne unse baath ki thi, aur unhone..ka..
Angad cuts her off, Mr. Rastogi ko abhi bulvao...
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On the other hand, Kripa exhausted after half an hour of trying to catch atleast one taxi, finally slumps into a taxi, that stopped. Kripa closes her eyes, to cool down and not to get stressed, she glances at her watch every second, and every time she spots the second-hand moving, she tells the taxi driver to speed up.
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Angad paces around his office
Mr. Rastogi nervous: sir, maine toh unko teek do bajje bulaaya tha, aur unhone kaha bhi tha ki woh..waqt pe ajayegi
At this Angad spins around: kya kaath waqt par jayegi, jo log waqt ki izzat karna nahi jaante mai unke saath kaam nahi karsakta, mai aaj thak kisi bhi meeting keliye der nahi ki, aur aaj pehli baar mujhe ek meeting cancel karni padhi, aur woh waja, Ms. Sharma, irresponsible!
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Kripa pays off the taxi driver and preceeds inside Khanna Enterprises, the cool trickles her body, almost making her body shiver with anxious spires.
Kripa straigtens her scarf, trying to act confident and relaxed, she walks into the lobby, and is greeted by a bespectacled middle-aged receptionist
Kripa: Uh, ...Mr...Kripa fumbles in her files Mr. Angad Khanna ka office kaha hai
The receptionist eyes her curiously, then hitting on the point: Ms. Kripa Sharma
Kripa: jee,
Receptionist: conference room 3, elevetor, third floor, second hallway to your right